Xian Qianling hesitated for a moment, then said a word of thanks, "Thank you."
"No need for formalities."
Her gaze shifting, Xian Qianling asked, "By the way, you just said that the cheongsam wasn't a ghost, so what is it?"
"If you had asked me this question yesterday, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to answer you, but among the twelve books I read last night, there happened to be one that answered this question." You continued, "In ancient times, there was a very mysterious profession known as the 'Soul Deliverer.'"
"Soul Deliverer?"
"Soul Deliverers are a branch of Taoism, and they can only be women, usually unmarried ones."
"What do Soul Deliverers do?"
You said with a smile, "Of course, they deliver souls."
"I know that, I mean, how do they send souls, and whose souls do they send?"
You lifted Xian Qianling slightly by her buttocks, causing her to bounce on your back before settling down again.
Heh, nice touch.
"Hey, that's enough."